angebel correa

This year hits different. We’re talking post wilderness. 

When the Lord allowed for the door to close on my corporate job, shortly after He told me to give Him the podcast for a season. I protested, “I thought I was going to do ministry full time?!” He said, “you are. You’re going to be home with your children.” I was gutted. But one of the most intense works began.

 This year hits different because my idea of ministry is different. My confidence is different. My needs are different. My knowledge and acknowledgement of my purpose is different.  

This past year was met with a recurring recalibration. I had been in such a search for belonging to a community with deeper conversations, an urgency for heaven, a hunger to hear from the Lord. Then I realized: I have children. I have to build this community myself.

I wanted to be a wife and mother since the age of nine. Which is crazy to think. But that was my life mission since then. That dream really amplified at 15. 

My prayers for my children are for them to be sensitive to the Holy Spirit, crave getting to know the Lord, PRAY, be an apprentice of Jesus, 

BUILD HIS KINGDOM, and do not ask for permission to do it. 

I’ve observed there’s a wave of going back to basics. There’s been an immense craving for Jesus and The Truth and that alone. There’s been a deeper dive for intimacy with the Holy Spirit.  I’m on that wave. The road is narrowing. 

The days have been a simple, “Jesus what do you think? What does the Bible say?” Studying the Word, making sure it engraves in my heart. I want to feast from it. Recently I got to sit in a living room and listen to people share what the Lord was showing them. Visions and revelations. The beauty of both the simplicity and the complexity of the spirit realm.  I have gained a satisfaction in being able to talk to Jesus all day long. Nobody in between. Thankful He trusts me to relay and give a Word.

As you continue to go in deeper with the Lord, there comes the natural surfacing of the things we've wanted that wasn't given to us and the surfacing of answered prayers that look different than what we imagined. In a time like this, there's the holding on to hope that God sees all things and that He is still at work, just like He said. There was so much I’ve wanted to do. But I'm glad for the refining, narrow road.